Fresh bread baking in the oven while summer fades to fall… the thing dreams are made of. When I was a kid, my mom used to make this beer bread with this exact dip. At thirty-three years old, I still lounge in my Chicago kitchen daydreaming about those fresh loaves. I think we call those our nostalgia foods. The ones that take us back in time. If you’re anything like me, you’ll try to ration how often you make them, afraid that they will lose their time traveling powers if you bring them back too often. 3 Minute Beer Bread…
